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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.