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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Gong,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.