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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.