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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.