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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.