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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.