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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.