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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.