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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
Nico,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.