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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Crime,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.