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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.