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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.