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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.