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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.