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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.