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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
The Index,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.