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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.