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 Lebanon 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.