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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.