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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
10cc,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.