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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Can,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.