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 Italy and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.