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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.