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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.