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 Mozambique and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.