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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.