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 Samoa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Crime to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.