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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.