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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.