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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.