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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.