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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.