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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.