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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.