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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.