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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
the Association,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.