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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
X-101,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.