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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.