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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.