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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Eric Copeland,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Franke,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.