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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.