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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.