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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.