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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.