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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.