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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
EPMD,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Can,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.