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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Human League,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.