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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.