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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.