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 Qatar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
DNA,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.