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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.