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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.