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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Visage,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.