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 Mexico and from New York.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 ABC to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.