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 Colombia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
AZ,
X-102,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.