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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.