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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.