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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.