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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
MDC,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.