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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.