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 Turkey 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.