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 Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.