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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.