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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.