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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.