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 France and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.