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 Australia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Human League,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.