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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Television,
the Normal,
Gong,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.