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 Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.