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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
New Order,
PIL,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.