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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the techno 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.