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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.