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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Pole,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.