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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.