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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Organ,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
ABC,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.