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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.