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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.