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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.