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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.