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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.