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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Zeros to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Wire,
Average White Band,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.