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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.