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 Lebanon and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.