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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.