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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.