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 Malta 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.