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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.