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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.