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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.