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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.