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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.