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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure 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?
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.