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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.