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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.