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 Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bang On A Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.