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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Scion,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.