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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Index,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.