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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.