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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.