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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.