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 Estonia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.