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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.