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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chris Corsano to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.