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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Wings,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.