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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.