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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.