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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.