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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
MC5,
Japan,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.