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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Japan,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.