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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.