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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Swans,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.