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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.