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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.