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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.