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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.