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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.