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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.