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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.