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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.