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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls 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?
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Quantec,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.