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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.