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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.