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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.