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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.