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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Symarip,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.