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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Can,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.