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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.