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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.