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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Make Up,
PIL,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.