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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.