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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.