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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Smog,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.