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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.