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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.