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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.