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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.