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 Niger and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s 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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.