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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Wire,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.