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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.