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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Scion,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.