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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.