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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.