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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.