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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.