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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.