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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.