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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.