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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.