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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Niagra,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.