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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.