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 China and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.