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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.