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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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?
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.