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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.