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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.