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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Skarface,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.