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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
UT,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.