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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.