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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Nas,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.