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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.