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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.