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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
New Order,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.