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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Gong,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.