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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.