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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.