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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.