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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Wire,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.