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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.