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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.