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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.