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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.