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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
JFA,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.