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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Slave,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.