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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.