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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.