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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.