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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.