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 Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.