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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.