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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.