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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.