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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 Accra and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
David McCallum,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.