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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.