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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
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