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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.