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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.