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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.