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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Pole,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.