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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.