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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Rotary Connection to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.