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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.