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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.