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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.