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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.