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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.