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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Malaria!,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.