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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.