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 Calgary.
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 Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
PIL,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.