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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.