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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.