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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.