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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.