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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.