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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Magma,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.