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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.