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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.