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 Morocco and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Fear,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.