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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.