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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.