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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.