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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.