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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.