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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.