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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.