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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.