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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Gong,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.