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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Real Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.