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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.