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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.