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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.