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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.