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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.