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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.