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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.