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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.