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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Symarip to the rock 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.