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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
CMW,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.