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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.