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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.