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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.