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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.