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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.