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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
June Days,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.