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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.