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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
10cc,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.