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 India and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.