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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.