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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Television,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.