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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.