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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.