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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
the Slits,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.