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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.