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 Haiti and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.