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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.