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 Nepal 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 clarinet 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.