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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.