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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.