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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.