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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.