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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.