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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.