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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.