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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Q65,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.