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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.