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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
June Days,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.