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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Television,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.