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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.