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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Pole,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.