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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Index,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.