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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.