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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.