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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.