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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.