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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.