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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.