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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.