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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.