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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.