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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Scion,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.