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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.