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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Pole,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.