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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.