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 Spain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.