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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fall to the techno 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Deakin 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 disco 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Monks,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.