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 Togo and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.