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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.