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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.