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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.