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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.