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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.