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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.