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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.