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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.