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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.