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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.