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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.