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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.