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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.