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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.