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 Mauritania 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
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.