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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.