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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
CMW,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.