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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.