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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
UT,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.