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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.