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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
The Move,
The Busters,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.