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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.