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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
EPMD,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.