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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buzzcocks to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.