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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.