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 Georgia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.