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 Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
CMW,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.