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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Buzzcocks 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
the Association,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.