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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.