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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.