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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.