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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.