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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.