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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.