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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.