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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.