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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.