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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Young Rascals to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.