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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.