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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.