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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Brick,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Crime,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
X-102,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.