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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crime to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.