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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.