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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
a-ha,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.