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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.