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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.