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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.