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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.