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 Zambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.