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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.