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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.