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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
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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.