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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.