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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.