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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
The Victims,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.