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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.