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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.