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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.