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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.