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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
JFA,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.