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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Electric Prunes 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Flipper,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.