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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
The Names,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.