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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.