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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.