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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.