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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Television,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.