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 Lithuania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.