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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.