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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.