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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.