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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Crime,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
X-102,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.