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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.