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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.