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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.