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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.