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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
New Order,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
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.