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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.