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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.