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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.