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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.