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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 The Index 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Model 500,
UT,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.