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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Deakin,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Wire,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.