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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tears for Fears 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.