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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.