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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.