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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.