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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.