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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 spring reverb 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Jandek,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.