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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.