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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.