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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Swans,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.