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 Libya 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
X-101,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.