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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Visage,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Niagra,
10cc,
the Association,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.