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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.