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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Deakin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.