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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.