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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nirvana to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.