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 France and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 The New Christs to the techno 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.