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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.