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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.