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 Uganda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.