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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.