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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.