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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.