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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.