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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.