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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.