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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.