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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.