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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.