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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.