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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.