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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.