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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.