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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Scientists,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Franke,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.