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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.