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 Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.