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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.