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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.