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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.