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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 Lille and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.