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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.