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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.