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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.