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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Nico,
Pole,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.