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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.