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 Samoa 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.