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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.