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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.