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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.