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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.