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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.