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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Index,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.