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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.