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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.