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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
June Days,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.