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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Wire,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.