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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.