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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Can,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.