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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
UT,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Magma,
the Germs,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.