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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Can,
Fluxion,
MC5,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.