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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.