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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.