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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.