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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
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.