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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Nas,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.