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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
John Holt,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.