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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.