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 Liechtenstein 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.