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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.