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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pole 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
June Days,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.