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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.