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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.