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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.