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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.