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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.