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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Von Mondo 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Organ,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.