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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Victims,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.