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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
New Order,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.