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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.