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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.