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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.