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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.