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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.