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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.