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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Franke,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.