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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.