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 Uruguay and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Black Moon,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.