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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.