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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.