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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.