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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.