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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.