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 India and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.