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 United Kingdom 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Index,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Gong,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.