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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
UT,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
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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.