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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Television,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.