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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.