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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the punk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.