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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.