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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Hoover,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.