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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.