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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.