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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.