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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Residents,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Faust,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.