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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.