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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.