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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.