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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.