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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Flipper,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.