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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 808 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Mars,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.