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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.