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 India and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Gang of Four to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.