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 Mongolia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Television,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.