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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.