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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.