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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.