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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the techno 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.