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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.