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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.