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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 linndrum 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.