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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.