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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Nico,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.