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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.