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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the dance 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.