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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
PIL,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Wire,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.