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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Copenhagen and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.