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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.