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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.