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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Scion,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.