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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
The Remains,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.