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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
cv313,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.