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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.