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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.