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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.