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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.