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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.