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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.