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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.