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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.