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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.