Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
the Germs,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
MC5,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.