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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.