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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
DNA,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.