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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.