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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.