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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
The Index,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.