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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Pole,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.