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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.