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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.