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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sonics to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.