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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Names,
Faust,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Visage,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.