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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.