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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.