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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.