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 Palau 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.