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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.